Mr heart is mad : — why not my brain ? Oh, witch ! That flaming Hymen now would quench his torch, Or Hate, betwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever ! Shall I go * I cannot quit her : but, — like men who mock The voice of thunder,... Cheveley: Or, The Man of Honour - Page 101by Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839Full view - About this book
| Bryan Waller Procter - 1832 - 270 pages
...would quench his torch, Or Hate, betwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever ! Shan I go ? I cannot quit her : but, — like men who mock...of thunder, tarry until — I die ! Shall I not go ? — I will not; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand,... | |
| Barry Cornwall - 1844 - 654 pages
...— why not my brain ? Oh, witch ! That flaming Hymen now would quench his torch, Or Hate, betwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever...of thunder, tarry until — I die ! Shall I not go i — I will not ; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand,... | |
| Barry Cornwall - 1846 - 312 pages
...— why not my brain ? Oh, witch ! That flaming Hymen now would quench his torch, Or Hate, betwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever...not ; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand, — a statue, fixed and firm, Before the fiery altar of my love,... | |
| Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1848 - 356 pages
...which she trod. Well! — the storm and the awakening were not far distant. CHAPTER XIV. "Shall I go? 1 cannot quit her ; but, — like men who mock The voice...of thunder, tarry until— I die ! Shall I not go ? — I will not ; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand,... | |
| Bryan Waller Procter - 1851 - 344 pages
...— why not my brain ? Oh, witch ! That flaming Hymen now would quench his torch, Or Hate, hetwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever...of thunder, tarry until — I die ! Shall I not go ? — I will not ; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand,—... | |
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